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"So I thought that, in addition to letting the catballs find owners willingly, I could act as an intermediary to recommend suitable witches to those catballs, especially the powerful big catballs."
"This way you can gain reputation, and even favors, in both the witch and the cat ball."
Not all cat balls are arrogant, nor are all cat balls so casual. The truly powerful big cat balls are almost as bad as witches in attitude.
They won't actively seek out their masters, since they can go anywhere on their own, and witches rarely encounter them.
If Jiang Kehan can become an intermediary, her earnings will undoubtedly be substantial.
This is also an important step in allowing Meowball to further integrate into the witch's world.
Chapter 419 One Man, an Enemy Nation!
Seeing Jiang Kehan's determined expression, Celia thought for a moment and did not immediately agree.
Jiang Kehan had a good plan, the only problem was how she could protect herself after possessing such great value.
Celia didn't think she could defeat those witches, especially since Angeli almost completely countered her abilities, so she looked at Jiang Kehan seriously.
"This is a good plan, but I'm not sure I can protect you."
Jiang Kehan was surprised for a moment, then immediately realized that there was a difference in her thoughts from Celia's.
All her ideas were based on the premise of returning to the future and considering the witch society that had established a complete order.
What Celia was worried about was this era of war and chaos in the society.
Therefore, Celia's worries could not actually hinder Jiang Kehan. In fact, the greater the value that the Meow Ball could bring, the more secure Jiang Kehan would feel.
It wasn't that she begged the other witches to choose the big cat ball; rather, the other witches were scrambling to rub against Jiang Kehan's thigh, hoping for a chance, and they were sure they would be chosen by the cat ball.
Simply put, these witches are all sycophants of Miaoqiu, and they desperately want Jiang Kehan to be unaffected by others and settle down.
In the future, the witches will find that there is more land than people, and the competition will mainly focus on the struggle for order among the various empires and the struggle for power to follow the great ones. Neither of these can be shaken by so-called interests.
"It's alright, I've already thought of all this. You'll find out when the time comes." Jiang Kehan smiled sweetly, secretly anticipating the surprise Xilia would feel when they met in the future.
But in Celia's ears, Jiang Kehan thought she was saying that she had an even more powerful protector behind her, such as the maker of the necklace.
The two exchanged a glance and smiled mysteriously, each with the thought, "Those who know, know; we're all on the same page." In reality...
It's not that we have no connection, but rather that we are completely unrelated.
After laughing for a while, their faces stiffened from laughing, and they suddenly felt that the other person was a little dim-witted, so they coughed awkwardly.
"By the way, Celia, do you have a way of finding out what's going on outside?" Jiang Kehan asked Celia seriously, looking at her intently.
Having completed her main tasks within the Silver Sea, her biggest worry now was what Ye Lai Xiang had up her sleeve for, and what she and Ye Yu were waiting for.
If you know in advance, you'll have a better chance of winning.
“I don’t know any witches, and it’s hard for me to explain the situation.” Celia tiptoed, gracefully taking two steps into the distance, then waved gently.
“But I can show you for yourself that as long as you don’t look at those three witches, they won’t notice you.”
A somewhat ethereal, misty space was pushed open, revealing undulating, pitch-black ripples that continuously turned white and transparent.
Jiang Kehan's gaze sharpened slightly. She couldn't understand Celia's actions, or even comprehend what the other party had done.
The other party's behavior was normal, and the result was obvious: it simply activated a probe that could see the Witch Universe from the Silver Sea.
But in Jiang Kehan's eyes, the process was chaotic, illogical, and extremely disjointed, just like a normal witch seeing Angelette casting a spell.
I remember each of the individual words, so how can they be put together to express this meaning?
That shouldn't be the case. Even if it's a cat ball, the future witch could figure out the type of the other party's true form and the general method of attack.
Celia nodded gracefully, seemingly quite pleased with her masterpiece. Seeing Jiang Kehan's puzzled expression, she wagged her tail and became even more smug.
"Well, my ability is not to actively influence things, but rather, as if by destiny, to interfere with one thing through another."
"To put it in your terms, it's like I have a mirror in my hand and I want to start a fire."
"Then the tall tree in front of you will naturally fall down, and a thunderbolt will fall out of nowhere, igniting it and bringing flames."
"It may seem like just a coincidence, but the arrival of the thunder was entirely due to the mirror reflecting the light, leading to inevitability from countless coincidences."
What a weird ability.
Jiang Kehan widened her eyes slightly. Celia's ability sounded somewhat like causality, but much more powerful.
Similar to the witch's ability to create something from nothing, Celia can control what the world should have happened, bringing about completely unrelated results.
Compared to the causal abilities of a pit or a tree, the causal abilities of a tree are not only more extensive, but also more difficult to defend against and extremely flexible.
More importantly, witches are exempt from causality and most of the world's rules, but for outcomes that have already been decided, they can only rely on magic to confront them head-on.
"Possibly" is an extremely general word.
As long as the probability is not zero, then no matter how small it is, it can still be described as possible.
Jiang Kehan knew perfectly well that she was no match for the Great Witch, but was it really impossible for her to defeat a Great Witch?
With the help of Odysseus and the like, and with extremely favorable timing and location, it's entirely possible.
Celia will be able to bypass this process because she has Jiang Kehan by her side, so Jiang Kehan will definitely be able to defeat the Great Witch with her abilities.
The only thing limiting her ability is Celia herself.
As expected of the future's only Meowball Witch, Jiang Kehan understood why the other party could become "the only one"—this ability was the real key.
But before Jiang Kehan could carefully consider the prospects of this ability, her gaze was drawn to the increasingly clear detector.
A petite, barefoot witch, wearing an open, thick black robe embroidered with phoenixes in gold trim, floated silently in the sky.
Opposite her were more than twenty great witches, and tens of thousands of potential great witches.
Like an emperor who could single-handedly defeat an entire city, he appeared so insignificant in the face of a vast, inky army.
But the dark mass of witches had unusually serious expressions, as if they were surrounded by the enemy's entire army.
Although that is the truth.
"Theresa?!" Jiang Kehan couldn't help but call out the name of the queen-like witch, unable to hide her surprise.
But almost instantly, she found a story that matched this scene in her mind.
Some humorous stories—Theresa's second fault, weeping, nine meanings, the sheep died.
Without a doubt, this is the scene where Theresa was defeated by the Witch of Fran after she started the war.
A moment that could shake the entire history of France.
Jiang Kehan shifted her gaze from Theresa and silently looked into the distance, where three witches stood quietly, their expressions serious and slightly sorrowful.
Dragon Queen - Elliott.
A gentleman – Eva Carson.
And the strongest in Fran—Keva Miller.
A gentle breeze swept by, lifting the hem of their clothes, and Keva Miller spoke to the other two in a slightly hoarse voice.
"Go, go stop Theresa's madness, Your Majesties."
Chapter 420: Incorporating All Dissonance into the Chorus
A gentle breeze lifted Theresa's long hair. Her expression was somewhat relaxed, but her eyes were like icy blades, ruthlessly conveying her contempt.
If you listen carefully, you can hear her humming a magnificent and luxurious, upbeat tune, the Song of Faran.
This is the national anthem of France, which existed long before the appearance of the saint.
"If we must bow down, then let us go!"
"The blade in my hand need not be sharp, for my blood is enough to ignite it and bring death to my enemy!"
"Treading on gold and silver, treading on the breeze and the years, as long as our bones are not cold, we will not yield!"
"Don't crowns and freedom, honors and medals, shine brightly in our eyes?"
"Let the blood and tears of our enemies bear witness to our roar, O silent Franzians!"
"We have never been cowards..."
Theresa's black robes fluttered slightly as she pressed her index finger against her staff, the baton of her command, which swayed with the breeze and the passionate words emanating from her mouth.
She calmly surveyed the surrounding "noise" and nodded with satisfaction.
“My enemies, it’s a pleasure to meet you all,” Theresa said, revealing fangs she had kept hidden for half her life and opening her arms with delight.
“Here, I will witness your deaths, to honor my still-warm bones.”
Some of the witches who were closer to Theresa even took a half step back, a chill creeping into their hearts.
A booming sound came from around Theresa; her will was so strong that even her magic was clamoring.
Without a doubt, she is only one step away from the second stage of the witch, and it will only take a little while longer.
He is undoubtedly one of the strongest in Fran, the King of Zhian!
But the murderous aura was genuine; this usually smiling, benevolent prince had already raised his sword against the others.
Theresa betrayed all the Fran witches, yet she remained so aloof, causing several great witches to frown and speak with displeasure.
"Is this your final epitaph, Theresa?"
"Furthermore, you were the one who ruthlessly murdered other witches. Not only do you not repent, but how dare you be so arrogant... even proud of it?!?"
The question, accompanied by a flash of lightning in the sky, was so sharp.
Theresa simply chuckled and strode toward them, her baton twirling slightly, stopping the wind and replacing it with a cold, sharp edge, an invisible blade.
"Aren't you the ones who truly betrayed us?"
She calmly surveyed the group of witches, each with their own agenda, and a contemptuous smile appeared on her face.
The witches who manage to get close to Theresa are most likely harboring malicious intentions, and whatever they want to do will undoubtedly lead to a split in Fran.
After all, not just anyone can "sneak" through the blockade set up by Theresa to carry out this assassination.
With the tacit approval of the Temple, Theresa felt even more confident. Apart from the King's witch, everyone present was a sinner, a sinner of Fran!
And she will ultimately become the sinner of the witch.
But so what?
Theresa never thought she could become a witch like Keva Miller, nor did she ever care about anything other than Fran.